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Green Spectre/Axanna Morgan, Spectre Girl/Summer Morgan,
Brenda Wade, Lydia Wills, Angela Grear and
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GREEN SPECTRE: CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
By Dark One
Axanna
Morgan sighed, then laid that day’s Delta City Tribune
down. A huge picture of Brenda Wade
dominated the front page. The respected
businesswoman and philanthropist was being led away in
handcuff by vice cops -- for prostitution.
Two smaller pictures below were of Brenda’s nineteen year old ward,
Lydia Wills, and Assistant DA Angela Grear also being lead away in cuffs for
prostitution. And it was the second arrest
of Angela for prostitution in a week.
And there were others: wives and daughters of industrialist, heiresses
and debutants, and other noted
All of the women were respected, upright and RICH citizens, suddenly turning to streetwalking for lowly pimps. Just like that. And none of them offered any explanation. And most went straight back to their pimps after being released on bail.
“It’s insidious,” Axanna said, hazel eyes narrowing. As owner/operator of the Tribune, Ms Morgan knew far more than the story in the newspaper gave. Some information couldn’t be independently confirmed, so they didn’t publish it. Yet. But she knew it all. “I will get to the bottom of this.”
“Hiya, Mom,” Summer Morgan said, all but
skipping into Axanna’s home office.
She glanced at the headlines and pictures and grimaced. “I heard about Ms Wade and
“Not yet, but I know who their pimp is,” Axanna said, poking the pictures on the paper. “Our friend, John Jeffries.”
“Daddy Long John is out of jail already!” Summer said, shocked. “But we sent him to jail last June, for twenty-four months. It’s barely been six months.”
Axanna nodded sympathetically. “Got out on GOOD behavior two months back. Overcrowding.”
“That’s just sweet,” Summer said, scowling. “All that work down the drain. So what is their incentive to stay out of jail when a twenty-four month sentence just means four months in County?”
“No incentive at all for hardened career criminals like Daddy Long John.”
Silence fell for several long minutes, while both gorgeous women scowled amid their own dark thoughts. Mostly generally concerning not being appreciated as super heroines, and specifically about the lax judicial system they had to deal with.
“I assume Green Spectre and Spectre Girl will be paying Daddy Long John a visit tonight?” Summer said, her blue eyes a-sparkle with mischievous delight.
“Oh, I think that is a very safe assumption,” Axanna said, a secret smile curling her full red lips.
Without another word, they headed upstairs. Their household staff was already dismissed for the night. The mother and daughter headed for a secret spiral stair down to the long forgotten sub-basement. Indeed, the present fifteen room mansion was built atop an even older foundation. The new construction sealed off the old basement, but not entirely. As a child, Summer had accidentally knocked a hole in the basement wall, finding a hole down into the older garbage filled basement. The Morgans quickly repaired the wall, fearing their daughter would go inside and be hurt. But Axanna never forgot about it. Years later, she built a hidden door and spiral stairs down into it, and cleaned it up. Then had a passage to the garage added, so she could hide her super heroine car inside.
That secret sub-basement was now Crime Fighting Central for the dynamic Mother - Daughter super heroine duo -- Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. There was a sitting area with couch, chairs and TV, a small kitchenette, dressing and shower facilities. Even a nice sized closet with several costumes for each.
They went
straight to the closet. Axanna quickly
stripped naked, as did Summer. Axanna
was a five eleven Russian beauty, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. A former model, she impressed all who looked
upon her spectacular 38DD - 24 - 38 body. And she filled out her Green Spectre costume
very well.
Axanna pulled in a pair of dark fishnet pantyhose first,
then a dark green strapless bodysuit. It
was form fitting and displayed her 38DDs very enticingly. Her symbol, a green “G” outlined in yellow
adorned her left breast cup. Then she
stepped into a pair of matching dark green boots that came most of the way up
her calves and sported tall stiletto heels. Her super heroine symbol was on the
upper outside of each boot as well.
After that she put on the Green Spectre choker and mask, with her symbol
on both as well. Then she pulled on her
black opera gloves and slipped into the black leather bolero jacket she wore.
Meanwhile, wild and free-spirited Summer
was transformed into Spectre Girl, Green Spectre’s sexy sidekick. Like Green Spectre, she wore the same green
mask, choker and tall calf boots, but after that their costumes were
different. Her legs were bare, while her
well rounded hips were sheathed in tight black short-shorts with twin zippers
in yellow above each leg. Her top was
dark green leather bustier with thin straps and yellow piping bisecting her
perky 36D tits.
Sometimes Summer worried about
not being as tall or full-figured as her mother, but Axanna promised she would
keep growing and fill out nicely. Axanna
hadn’t reached her full statuesque shape until her late twenties. At nineteen, like her daughter, she was also
five four and slimly built. Summer
couldn’t wait to fill out.
Both women finished off their super heroine costumes with
gadget belts. Unlike super heroine teams
like Ms Americana and Flag Girl, and Got Gal and Got Chick, they had nothing to
give them super strength, so relied more on stealth, surprise and gadgets.
They were exceedingly good at stealthy, surprise and
using their clever little gadgets.
Once dressed, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl wasted no
time getting into their car and racing down to the last known haunt of pimp
Daddy Long John. They cruised
the northwestern corner of the city’s most notorious red light district, called
“Over there!” Spectre Girl called, riding shotgun.
“No need to shout, Spectre Girl,” Green Spectre said, grinning.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, smiling weakly. “I just get excited sometimes.”
“I know, honey,” she said. Then her gaze hardened as she looked at the hated pimp. At that second Daddy Long John turned and looked their way. His eyes widened and he turned and ran into a nearby alley. “He’s seen us.”
The five girls working that street sprinted over to block the alley entrance. They knew no super heroine would run down simple hookers. Thus, they thought they’d give their pimp time to escape super heroine justice.
They were wrong.
Green
Spectre gassed it and sped around the corner.
She knew the streets and alleys of
Hitting the brakes, she squealed her tires and startled the pimp. He was too close to stop his headlong rush, and smashed into her dark-green Green Spectre sports car. Daddy Long John was left sprawled across her long, low hood.
“That’s the way I like my pimps,” Green Spectre said, grinning down at the groaning black man after stepping out of the car, leaving it running. He was wearing a purple silk suit, with matching fedora. “Sprawled out and groaning in pain.”
“It is a beautiful sight, Green Spectre,” Spectre Girl said with obnoxious cheerfulness. She smacked her right fist into her left palm. “Think he’s softened up enough to give honest answers, or should we rough him up some more?”
Green
Spectre grinned at her beautiful daughter, so wild and free, and eager to mete
justice anytime, anywhere. She wondered
if she was that perky and ready for action at that age. At nineteen, she was just leaving
“Let’s find out,” Green Spectre said, grabbing him by the collar and jerking him off the car. Then she flung him up against a brick wall and smiled when he bounced off and fell at her booted feet. “This is starting out remarkably like our last encounter, last spring.”
Green Spectre placed her foot on Daddy Long John’s crotch, with her sharp stiletto pressing hard at the base of his cock. His eyes flew open and both hands grabbed her around the ankle. She pressed hard on her heel, and was rewarded with a cry of pain.
“Let go, are they’ll be calling you Daddy Broken Dong, dirt bag,” Green Spectre threatened, hazel eyes blazing. Then Spectre Girl stepped on his throat, her stiletto poised over his windpipe. The pimp reluctantly released the super heroine’s ankle. “Excellent choice. See, you can choose right from wrong.”
“Well, at least he’s batting .500 tonight,” Spectre Girl said. Green Spectre paused and looked at her daughter with a confused look. The sexy sidekick chuckled quietly, “Baseball term for success half the time. One thousand is a perfect record.”
“Oh,” she said, nodding. Now she recalled the sports pages, though she trusted others to get that right at the Tribune. “Yes, he made a mistake by running away from us, then chose correctly by obeying my command.”
“Cool, I think we’ve almost trained him,” Spectre Girl said. “Last time, he didn’t choose correctly even once.”
The pimp’s dark eyes flashed, his hands started clenching and unclenching into fists at his side and he glared at the super heroines holding him down. They smiled down at him, with that superior smile only super heroines and the very rich and powerful could call forth. Seeing it cast down upon him made his blood boil.
“One day our roles will be reversed, Green Bitch,” Daddy Long John snarled. “And I will make you both pay and pay and pay.”
“Oh, please, don’t like…scare me,” Spectre Girl said, giggling. “I almost pissed my pants!”
The super heroines shared a laugh, then turned their attention back to the hated pimp. Green Spectre didn’t like the look he was giving her daughter, looking her up and down, as if appraising her worth as a streetwalker, as if trying to determine how much he could get pimping her off to lowlifes. So she ground her heel hard into that bone just above a man’s cock, making the pimp groan and writhe in pain.
“Concentrate on our questions ONLY,” Green Spectre sneered. “How did you get power over Brenda Wade, her ward Lydia Wills and Assistant DA Angela Grear?”
“I showed them some of my best bedroom moves, and they were eager to please,” he sneered back. “Those stuck up, snooty bitches would do anything to get another tasted of Daddy Long John’s long dong. So I made them whore for me.”
“Lie,” Green Spectre said, hazel eyes cold as she ground her heel in again.
This time Spectre Girl joined the game, and pressed her heel painfully into the pimp’s windpipe. Within seconds, Daddy Long John was gasping and frantic.
“Try again, pimp,” Green Spectre said.
“Okay, it don’t matter anyhow,” he said. “I’ll tell you, but not for free.”
“You’re in no position to negotiate, pimp,” she said.
“Oh, but I am,” he said, pushing Spectre Girl’s foot off his throat. “Let me go, and I’ll tell you who gave all those hot rich women to me. For Christmas.”
“Christmas?” they said in unison, not completely confused.
“Yeah, for Christmas,” he said, and managed to push off Green Spectre’s booted foot as well. Both super heroines stepped back, allowing him to stand, back up against the brink wall. “Are you going to let me go?”
“If your information is good,” Green Spectre said, eyeing him dubiously.
“Okay, then,” he said. He looked both shapely heroines over, head to toe, twice, then licked his lips hungrily. But then he shook himself and frowned. “I got them from this dude calling himself Santa Pimp. Big fat white guy, with three hot hos he calls his elves. He comes around in this van painted up for Christmas, and gives out these women.”
“Sounds kinda lame, Daddy Long John,” Green Spectre said, starting to get angry. “I thought you were going to be honest with us for a change, then you come up with this cockamamie story of a Santa Pimp.”
“Let’s kick his butt for lying to us, then kick it again for defaming Santa,” Spectre Girl said, glaring daggers at the purple-clad pimp.
“Honest! Ask my girls,” he said, pointing back down the alley.
They glanced down the alley. The five hookers were at the mouth of the alley, backlit by the street lamps behind them. Then they all looked back over their shoulders and scrambled out of the way. A long van slowly turned into the alley and stopped. It was painted in a red, green and white, Christmas theme. The sexy super heroines just gawked a long moment, surprised to see the pimp was actually telling the truth.
“Told you,” Daddy Long John said. “I’m out of here.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Green Spectre said, waving him away without taking her eyes off the van at the other end of the alley. Then she remembered herself, and slanted a threatening look at the pimp. “Don’t let me catch you pimping again.”
“Yeah, right,” he said, but she could tell he didn’t listen.
Green Spectre forgot him when the van doors opened. The dome light lit up a man that looked exactly like a classic Santa Claus. The red suit, white beard and round belly. Three girls piled out of the van with him, all dressed like Christmas elf strippers.
The ‘elves’ reached into the van and pulled out a scantily attired blonde beauty. It only took a second to recognize TV reporter Tanya O’Donnel, all decked out in hooker shoes, short skirt and bustier top, with her enormous 44DDs barely contained. She wasn’t struggling at all, so was another of Santa Pimp’s innocent victims.
“Let’s get him, Spectre Girl!”
As they ran, Green Spectre pulled out a remote control for her car. Just before they reached the white slavers she pressed the button that made her headlights come, then clicked it again and backlit herself with high beams. Santa Pimp, his elves and the hookers all stared into the sudden lights like deer caught in headlights.
“Halt, Santa Pimp, in the name of the law,” Green Spectre cried.
Instead of surrendering, the fat miscreant dodged left and slipped past the shapely super heroines. The hookers screamed and ran out of the alley, while Santa Pimp’s helper elves followed the hookers.
“I got the elves!” Spectre Girl called, redoubling her speed.
In a flash the sexy sidekick was past the idling van and lost in the darkness beyond. Green Spectre smiled indulgently. She was so proud of her daughter at times like this. But right then she had other concerns, namely catching Santa Pimp and taking him into jail.
<Delta City will truly rejoice when they wake tomorrow morning to the news that this vile white slaver is safely in jail, never to prey upon this city’s precious women again,> Green Spectre thought, grinning. <Ms Americana will be furious to learn I caught him before she could.>
Ms
Americana and Flag Girl had vowed to bring the white slavers to justice that were terrorizing their city. That was two weeks back, and neither had been
seen since. Probably prowling
the other side of
“You cannot escape me, fat man,” Green Spectre called.
The sexy super heroine raced after Santa Pimp. He was huffing and puffing in front of her. She caught up easily. He was old and fat, and so utterly out of shape she had to wonder how he captured and tamed those strong, powerful women.
Catching Santa Pimp, she grabbed him by the long, white beard and pulled him to a stop. Then she punched him between the eyes, not because she needed to but because she had so much anger and had to released it “constructively.” He grunted and fell back against the brick wall, staring in horror at her.
“Never thought you’d come face-to-face with a real super heroine, did you?”
“Please,” he begged. “I’m too old to go to prison. My poor heart can’t take the trial. Please, let me go and I won’t do it again.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you kidnapped and abused all those beautiful young women,” Green Spectre said, striking a haughty super heroine pose and glaring at him with superior contempt and utter loathing. “If you can’t do the time, then you should never have committed the…Ugghh…”
Green Spectre didn’t think the old man had it in him, but he pulled himself together and kicked her in the twat as she was speaking down to him. It hurt. All the way to her backbone, and up her spine to her head, it hurt. With mouth open and eyes wide, she dropped to her knees before him.
“Uppity bitch,” Santa Pimp snarled. “You’re just the kind of high and mighty, superior to all men kind of bitch I hate and love to turn into whores.” He lifted her chin with a black gloved forefinger, and smiled down at her. “You will be whoring that sweet ass of yours within the hour, Green Moron.”
He pulled his fat fist back to pound into her face. She gasped, then dodged aside as he swung. He overextended himself, and she lurched to her feet. She flipped him head over heels, leaving him gasping and groaning at her feet.
“I don’t know how you proved so successful,” Green Spectre said, reaching down and grabbing his fur collar. It looked like real mink, which only made her madder. She wasn’t surprised he was an animal hater, too. “Get up and face the Christmas Music, Santa Pimp.”
Green Spectre jerked him to his feet, then hurled him up against the wall. He glared at her, still gasping to regain all his breath. She locked eyes with him and struck another super heroine pose. She wanted him to get a good look at her and to remember her during all the long years of his imprisonment.
“How did you do it?” she demanded. “How did you get such strong women as Brenda Wade, Angela Grear and…,” she turned to regard the sweetly smiling TV reporter, still standing by the van, “Tanya O’Donnel to be willing, even eager, prostitutes?”
“Eat my Christmas cookies,” Santa Pimp gasped out. He leered at her through his thick beard. “Tell you what, suck on my candy cane until I fill you with Kris Kringle cream filling, then I might tell you my insidious secret.”
The super heroine balled her fists and growled at him, hazel eyes blazing with righteous fury.
Then he looked to his right, startled, back the way in which she had attacked. But she wasn’t so easily fooled. Then she heard something. A low rumble. And the lights started bouncing up and down.
“My car!” she cried, suddenly remembering she didn’t close the door and left the engine running.
That was all she had time for. Green Spectre’s own super heroine car struck her. The sports car’s low bumper caused her to flip over in the air above the car, then bounce off the windshield. A second later the car skidded to a stop as she flew halfway back to the Santa Pimp van. The hapless heroine landed in a green, black and blonde heap, all moans and groans.
“My thanks!” Santa Pimp called as Daddy Long John stepped out of Green Spectre’s car.
“No, thank you, Santa Pimp,” the pimp said, grinning. “First, you gave me Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills as whores. I had them for a whole week before the cops arrested them, too. They made me tons of money. Those stuck-up bitches would do ANYTHING I asked, too.” He closed the door and walked over to look down upon the barely conscious super heroine that cause him so much grief during the past year. “And now you distracted Green Spectre long enough for me to take her down.”
“And I brought you another girl, too,” Santa Pimp said, pointing at lovely Tanya O’Donnel. The gorgeous, well-endowed TV reporter was the only one not to run away. She just smiled at Santa pimp and waited patiently. “She was investigating my activities. I gave her sexy camera girl to Kid Rotten half an hour ago. Ho! Ho! Ho!”
“Sweet,” the pimp said, looking her up and down. “I can’t thank you enough.” He looked down on Green Spectre when she started to rouse herself. “I know, why don’t you at least enjoy some super heroine pussy with me!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho! I would be delighted to share this delicious Christmas morsel with you,” Santa Pimp said. “We’ll fuck this one into submission, heh?”
“Yes we will. We’ll fuck her stupid, then put her stupid ass on the street turning tricks,” the pimp said. He kicked her shoulder, forcing her to flop over onto her back. Then he reached down and removed her gadget belt. “I hear some super heroines are less that useless if you remove their belts.”
Santa Pimp nodded agreement.
Daddy Long John grabbed Green Spectre’s silky blonde hair and pulled her up into a sitting position. Santa Pimp stepped behind her and pulled off her black leather bolero jacket. Then he unzipped her body suit and pulled it down to her narrow waist. Her spectacular 38DDs flopped out, giving the pimp something special to look at.
“Nice tits,” Daddy Long John said.
He let go of her hair and grabbed her tits before she could fall back to the concrete. Her head rolled back as he mauled her big, firm, fat titties. When he started sucking on a nipple, Santa Pimp was humming to himself as he removed both of her opera gloves, then he used one glove to bind her wrists, and the other to bind her elbows together.
“Uuuuggghhhh,” she groaned, eyes starting to flutter open. “What? What happened? What are you doing!”
“Relax, Green Whore,” Daddy Long John said, smirking. “It’ll be easier if you just relax and accept it.”
“I will NEVER cooperate with the like of YOU, you filthy, stinking pimp,” she growled, eyes flashing while struggling with the bindings at elbows and wrists.
Then a knife was pressed to her throat from behind. She’d forgotten about Santa Pimp. The sexy super heroine froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
“I think you should reconsider,” Santa Pimp said nicely. “I’d hate to slit that pretty neck from ear to ear. Now, slowly roll up onto your knees.”
“Now don’t be hasty, Santa,” she said, obeying reluctantly. If a pimp and white slaver wanted her on her knees, it couldn’t be good. Within seconds her hunch was proven correct, when Santa Pimp removed the knife from her throat just long enough to cut her pantyhose from back to front, then pulled the two sides down to her knees. It left her most intimate places exposed and vulnerable to exploitation by two men who excelled in exploiting beautiful women. “Oh….Lord, this can’t be good.”
The two evil men chuckled with diabolical intent.
<I’ve got to keep them distracted,> she thought desperately. She only had one hope. Spectre Girl. If she kept their thoughts completely on her, then they wouldn’t remember she had a super heroine sidekick, who would return soon. Then Santa Pimp dropped his pants and scooted up close behind her while Daddy Long John dropped his pants and shoved a big black cock in her face. <But not soon enough! Summer, where are you!>
Daddy Long John’s cock was huge. Now she knew why he was given that street name. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared open mouthed at the cock come straight at her face. She closed her mouth just in time, so he rubbed the head back and forth across her full red lips. Then pushing harder, he penetrated her lips and rubbed across her pearly whites.
“You like to give some sassy lip when your on top, Green Cunt, so now it’s time to give up some sweet red lips while I’m on top,” Daddy Long John said. When she shook her head emphatically, he looked up at Santa Pimp for a little assistance. “Shove your cock up her asshole real hard. That’ll make her open up.”
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Sounds like jolly good fun,” Santa Pimp laughed, and she felt him guiding his erect cock, sliding it up through the crevasse formed between her butt cheeks. She felt her face burning in shame as his cock head poked her sphincter, meeting resistance. The pimp’s dick was pressed against her lips, ready to take the plunge at the first opportunity. “Now it’s time to put Green Sphincter on the NAUGHTY list!”
With that, Santa Pimp pushed with all he had. She felt her sphincter hold a second, then slowly start to spread before the pressure. In less than thirty seconds she lost the battle, mostly because Daddy Long John pinched a sensitive nipple, and TWISTED.
“Aaauuuuuuggggggghhhhh-Hhhuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!” she cried, when the pain in the nipple was combined with the pain of penal penetration of her anus. Then that stinking pimp shoved his cock into her open mouth halfway through her scream of agony. “Aaacccccckkkkuuuuggghhhh!”
Strangely enough, Green Spectre didn’t care about the rancid cock in her mouth, and it was rancid. She’d never tasted such a nasty dick in her life, and as a model in her misspent youth she sucked a lot of cock. She’d also slept with a lot of nasty, kinky men, but the one thing she never allowed was anal sex. So she only had thoughts for her tortured sphincter.
<Relax,> she told herself while the pimp pumped her mouth. The pain in her sphincter was incredible. She’d never felt anything like it. The pained sucked all her strength and will power away, leaving her a groaning mess with just one thought: GET IT OUT! But she quickly got control of her raging emotions, and took stock of her situation. Her ace in the hole was still out there somewhere, to return at any moment. She just had to ensure she was in good enough condition to help her sidekick when butt kicking time returned to the alley. <Relax completely, and let them have their way. Just don’t allow them to injure me.>
“I think she likes it,” Santa Pimp said, starting to pant in his efforts. “She just totally relaxed and is letting me fuck her ass without a fight.”
“Cool,” Daddy Long John said, enjoying the feel of being in her hot mouth. “She started sucking my rod the moment I put it in. Makes me wonder why she fought it so hard. She obviously wants it bad.”
<Spectre Girl! Hurry!> she thought, feeling that frightening tingling heat she used to love so much flare up. Her bikini waxed pubic mound was already glistening with seeping pussy juices. The heat in her belly was slowly growing deeper and spreading wider. <I can’t take much more!>
Meanwhile, no one had noticed Tanya step away from the van. She slowly moved closer to the two men and woman fucking. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and her loins burned to join in. She wanted to be with them, with anyone, so badly. The men looked up at her when she stepped up beside them, but said nothing. They were lost in their erotic super heroine dream come true. So Tanya squatted beside Green Spectre and reached down to fondle her hanging, swinging 38DDs.
“Mmmmmm,” Green Spectre groaned, feeling those soft feminine hands manipulating her nipples and tits so expertly. This was a woman who knew her way around a woman’s body. Then her other hand moved up between the super heroine’s thighs. Tanya quickly found Green Spectre’s erect and hypersensitive clitoris, and began a circular rubbing motion that almost instantly fired up the statuesque super heroines’ libido. Within fifteen seconds of Tanya joining the threesome, and making it a foursome, the captured blonde climaxed. “Uuuuuummmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhh!”
Lust suddenly overwhelmed the distressed super heroine. She started sucking the pimp’s cock with gusto, while gyrating her hips just so that it maximized both hers and Santa Pimp’s pleasure.
<Oh…..good…..so good,> Green Spectre thought, totally absorbed in the sex.
# # #
Spectre Girl whooped with joy as she chased the elf girls down the street. The three scantily clad Christmas elves were fast, but couldn’t run in high heels like Spectre Girl. Of course, to be fair, Spectre Girl had more experience in her brief career than most women had running in heels in a lifetime. The sexy sidekick even PRACTICED running in her stiletto boots.
“You can’t get away from me!” she called after the retreating miscreants turned into a dark alley. “I’m a super heroine, dimwits.”
They passed under a street lamp just before then turned into the alley. She saw one was a redhead, another a brunette and the last an African American. All three wore low cut, tight, red velvet mini dresses with white fir trim, wide black belts. Black calf boots and floppy Santa hats finished off their stripper turned Santa Helper outfits.
“Leave us alone, Bimbo Girl!” the black girl cried as she vanished down the alley. “This is your only warning!”
Spectre Girl screamed in outrage. Just who did those bimbo whores think they were? Didn’t they realize she was a super heroine, with multiple busts on her record? Well, they were about to find out, first hand and very personal.
“You are going DOWN!” Spectre Girl shouted as she took the corner as fast as super heroinely possible. Going from relatively lighted, to pitch black left her briefly blinded. It was only for a second, but it was too much. She got clotheslined three steps into the darkness. “Uuuugggg! Ack!”
“We warned you!”
A high-heeled foot slammed into her temple. Then someone kicked her between the legs, connecting with her clit. Intense pain ripped through her body, sucking her breath away even as she struggled to breath after that blow to the throat that clotheslined her.
“Stop!” Spectre Girl commanded weakly.
“No,” the redhead said, and jumped on top of her and driving both knees into the sidekick’s belly.
“Uugghh!”
Then the brunette leapt up in the air above her, and drove her elbow between Spectre Girl’s eyes as she fell.
“Auuhhh!”
At that point blackness and light flashed behind her masked eyes. She didn’t know up from down, left from right. Then the redhead and brunette pulled the dizzy, all but incoherent super heroine to her wobbly feet.
“You’re a very naughty super heroine,” Noelle, the black girl, said. Then to the other elves, “Twist her arms behind her back.”
Then Noelle seized Spectre Girl’s head, lifted it up, spat in it, then shoved it down with all her might while bringing up her knee. THUNK! Then the other two girls, Jingles and Belle, started pounding her sides with vicious if dainty fists. Within a few moments Spectre Girl lost her battle to remain conscious and the darkness sucked her down.
“Well, that was fun!” Belle, the brunette, said, grinning wolfishly.
“Let’s fuck her,” redheaded Jingles said, green eyes burning with dark lust.
“Yeah, we’ll show this arrogant white bimbo to chase us, to threaten us,” Noelle said, brown eyes as full of lust as Jingles’ eyes. She reached down and found the twin zippers, on either side front. Zip! Zip! And Spectre Girl’s short shorts were off, exposing her bikini waxed blonde snatch. “I knew it! Commando! I knew she was a whore at heart.”
After Belle removed the gadget belt and tossed it aside, Jingles found the zipper down the front middle of her top, and that came off seconds later. The three of them struggled with Spectre Girl’s limp body, but managed to half carry, half drag it over to a dumpster. She was tossed half in, with her shapely rump and long legs outside. They found sound discarded appliances and removed the power cords.
Spectre Girl slowly awoke a few minutes later to find herself bent painfully over the front edge of a foul smelling dumpster, with her wrists bound painfully together and arms stretched out across the dumpster and tied tight. Furthermore, her legs were spread wide and ankles bound to different sides of the dumpster, leaving her extremely exposed and vulnerable.
“Hey! What are you doing, you kinked out bimbo filth?”
“Super heroine slave girl has a potty mouth,” Jingles said, annoyed.
“Not a very bright girlie,” Belle said.
“I think she’s a masochist and is BEGGING to be punished,” Noelle said. “And since it is Christmas Eve night, and I feel wickedly generous, I think we should make her Christmas BDSM wish come true.”
“You’re so sweet,” Jingles said, pretending to be touched deeply. Then she laughed cruelly. “Let’s spank her!”
“No!” Spectre Girl cried, shocked. This shouldn’t be happening to her. She struggled with her bindings, but she knew the elf girls knew their knots. She would not wiggle loose. “Green Spectre will be here any minute now! You better let me go, or else she’ll be very mad and vengeful.”
“I guess we’d better give her something to be ‘very mad and vengeful’ about,” Noelle said, picking up another detached power cord.
The shapely African American sauntered over to Spectre Girl, swinging the power cord casually. Spectre Girl was panting by the time she reached her, trying to glance over her naked shoulder at that most evil of evil girls. For men to abuse women was terrible evil, but for women to do it to other women defied description it was so purely evil.
“Apologize, Spectre Slut,” Noelle demanded. When she received no response, she swung the power cord, slapping it painfully across the sidekicks round white hiney.
CRACK!
“Ougghhht-Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“I KNEW she’d be a screamer,” Jingles laughed. “Hit her again!”
CRACK!
“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Mercy! I beg mercy!”
“Not much tolerance for pain,” Belle said, sounding disappointed. “I thought super heroines were supposed to be tough cookies.”
“Hit her again,” Jingles said, a lusty glint in her green eyes.
“No! Please! Can’t we talk about…” she started to say. CRACK! “Yyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyoooowww!”
“Wahoo!” Jingles cried, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
Santa Pimp’s helpers stepped up close to admire Spectre Girl’s shapely rump, crisscrossed with three angry red welts. She felt one of the girls start to lick at the welts, while another started poking at her sphincter and the third pulled her pussy lips apart and tongue kissed her cunt.
“Mmmm,” Belle said. “Spectre Cunt juices taste good.”
“Gimme a taste,” Jingles said petulantly. “I wanna eat her out first. You got to eat out Tanya O’Donnel out first, and Noelle got to eat out Angela Grear out first.”
“You got Brenda Wade before that,” Belle said.
“So it’s my turn again.”
All the time they were arguing over who to lesbian lick her first, one of them kept on toying with her twat. Specifically, her clit. And it was driving her mad!
“Please let me go,” she begged pathetically. “I’ll go away and never both you again. I promise. I’ll give up fighting crime as a super heroine, if you’ll just let me go.”
“How pathetic,” Noelle said, and they all laughed. “Have you noticed just how right Santa Pimp is about super heroines and other powerful women? The stronger they PRETEND to be, the hard and faster they fall.”
“And the more pathetically they beg,” Jingles said. “I like it. Makes me horny.”
“Me, too,” Noelle said.
“Me three!” Belle said, and they all laughed again. “Okay, it’s Jingles’ turn to go first.”
So the beautiful redhead stepped up to Spectre Girl’s round white rump. She started by rubbing her face all across the baby softness of the captured super heroine’s rump. All the while, her brazen hands caressed the blonde’s shapely thighs and damp pubic mound. After a few minutes, Jingles started fingering Spectre Girl’s fleshy folds, remarking on how wet and slick they were. Then she used both thumbs to spread the pussy open, and started to lick.
“Stop!” Spectre Girl cried urgently, struggling valiantly but uselessly. Her molester had no trouble licking her cunt during the struggles. “I can pay ransom! I’ll do anything.”
“Of course you will do anything,” Noelle said. “After we give you to Santa Pimp, he will make you a horny and helpless slave girl to some pimp. You WILL obey without question.”
“And you won’t ever escape him,” Belle said, and giggled. “Even those rich bitches, Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills, returned to Daddy Long Shank by the next day, and they are out whoring right now for him.”
Jingles proved to be amazing at cunnilingus. Within minutes Spectre Girl was panting and gasping, back arched and head thrown back. She strained at all of her bindings with all her considerable feminine strength, but she wasn’t super powered and couldn’t break free. So she couldn’t escape the inevitable as Jingles began massaging her clit as well as eating out her pussy.
“Oh, God, please,” she begged. Her strong, shapely body was overheated and sweating in the cool winter air. She tried to break free and hold back that killer climax at the same time. Without escaping there was no stopping the orgasm building up. “This is so, so wrong! I’m…not…a lesbian!”
It was too much. Spectre Girl felt her body change, going from all hot and bothered, all a-tingle with erotic butterflies, to suddenly surging with unstoppable need and desire, and suddenly pure unadulterated pleasure washed through her body, a climax the like she’d ever enjoyed.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwwwww!”
Over the next thirty minutes both Noelle and Belle took their turns eating out the helpless heroine, bring her to a total of seven orgasms. When Belle finished, they looked their prize over. Cold sweat rolled off her overheated body, dripping liberally off her swaying tits into the dumpster. But the surprising part, the shapely sidekick was still managing to be defiant.
“You cannot break me, whores,” she growled throatily. Spectre Girl had screamed herself hoarse. “I’m a superior woman, not some street skank like you three.”
“Ooooh, no she didn’t say that,” Noelle said angrily.
“Superior woman?” Jingles said incredulously. “If you’re so superior, then why are you the loser here?”
“Skank? Us?” Belle said, eyes narrowing to slits.
“You heard me, whores,” Spectre Girl replied. “And I swear, you will pay dearly for what you just did to me.”
“Really?” Jingles said. “Paying dearly sounds like a good idea to me right now, Slut Girl. YOU paying dearly.”
“Right on,” Noelle said.
“She’s like, totally stupid,” Belle said. “She’s all tied up and helpless, and then she threatens US? I don’t think so. She definitely has to pay for that.”
“Whip her with the cord again!” Jingles said. “Can I go first?”
“I got a better, much more fun way,” Noelle said. “Fun for us, that is.”
They all laughed at something Noelle did, but Spectre Girl couldn’t see. She didn’t like the sound of it, though. Then a few seconds later she felt Noelle’s delicate, long-nailed fingers on her twat. The beautiful black girl pushed two fingers into the helpless heroine and started pumping.
“Ugh,” Spectre Girl grunted, unable to show them she felt every touch and stroke profoundly. “Enjoy yourselves while you can. You will have to pay my bill later.”
“Cool, Spectre Slut says we can play now and pay later,” Belle laughed. “Most whores want their money up front.”
“Her pimp will straighten her out on that point real quick,” Jingles said.
Once Spectre Girl’s vagina loosened up enough for two fingers, Noelle increased to three. Then four fingers moments later. By the time she got all four fingers at once into the super heroine, Spectre Girl was panting and grunting.
“Look, I got my whole hand except the thumb inside her,” Noelle cooed joyfully. Then she cupped her hand and tucked the thumb under the fingers and thrust. Santa Pimp’s elf’s hand vanished up to the wrist within the stunned super heroine’s twat. “Now it’s ALL the way inside her!”
“Uuuuggggghhhh!” Spectre Girl groaned.
Then Noelle proceeded to fist fuck her prisoner stupid. One climax after another was ripped out of the hapless, all but incoherent heroine. She barely knew when Noelle’s arm tired and Jingles took over. By the time Belle took over fist fucking her, Spectre Girl’s body was experiencing machine gun orgasms, climaxing almost every time the elf thrust in and again when she pulled out.
“Mercy….,” she begged hoarsely. Her voice was almost completely gone from screaming. “You’ve broken me. I’ll be good.”
“I think Santa Pimp will be pleased with us,” Jingles said cheerfully.
“Huh, duh,” Belle said, grinning.
“He’ll probably take a double dose of Viagra and fuck us all stupid, too, come morning,” Noelle said with a lusty look in her lovely brown eyes.
# # #
Green Spectre hungrily lapped at Tanya’s sopping pussy. One finger massaged the beautiful blonde’s extended clit as she stood before the helplessly horny super heroine. While she ate out Tanya’s pussy for the third time, Green Spectre straddled Daddy Long John’s waist, his cock deep within her own pussy and driving her crazy with pleasure and need. Santa Pimp finished out their little tryst by fucking her up the ass at the same time.
Orgasms were rocking her spectacular body every couple of minutes.
Her only thought by this time was to accomplish the next climax. She sought them hungrily, tirelessly. The more she climaxed the more she wanted to climax again and again and again.
Green Spectre was insatiable.
“I guess we are the only ones that got lucky tonight,” Jingles said.
“My elves have returned with yet another present!” Santa Pimp cried.
Green Spectre stopped eating pussy long enough to look toward the newcomer. She gasped to see her daughter stripped down to boots, gloves and mask. The redhead carried her daughter’s costume and gadget belt, while a black girl led Summer around with a “leash” made from a power cable. A third girl brought up the rear, a pretty brunette.
Spectre Girl dropped to her knees with just a tug by the black girl. Green Spectre couldn’t believe the change that had overtaken her daughter. The formerly cocky, free-spirited girl was now a glassy-eyed, obedient sex slave of another woman.
Call it maternal instinct, or whatever, but something snapped within the Russian woman. She slammed her head back into Santa Pimp’s face. He cried out and collapsed behind her. Then she surged to her feet, and kicked Daddy Long John in the chin, knocking him unconscious.
“Oh! You monster!” Noelle cried, releasing Spectre Girl’s leash and racing to Santa Pimp.
With her arms still painfully bound behind her back, Green Spectre spun and put a perfectly executed roundhouse into Noelle’s face, dropping the evil elf like a sack of potatoes. Then as Jingles and Belle cried out and ran towards her, eyes wild with fury, she leapt high and spun in mid air. Her booted feet then kicked out in an almost perfect midair split, connected with the temples of both elf girls.
Green Spectre landed on her shapely butt next to her daughter, but everyone except Tanya was unconscious. Unfortunately, both super heroines had their wrists bound behind their backs.
“Huh, Tanya? Could you untie us?” Green Spectre asked the dazed blonde TV reporter.
“Anything you want,” Tanya said, walking over to them. Seconds later, mother and daughter were free. “There. Anything else?”
“Yes, thanks,” Green Spectre said. “Gather up the pieces of our costumes, please.”
She took her daughter back to their car and sat her on the hood. Then after helping Spectre Girl dress, and dressing herself, she noticed the miscreants starting to come around. Trembling and feeling profoundly weak now, Green Spectre just helped Spectre Girl into the car, and got Tanya in as well, then got behind the wheel and backed out of the alley as the pimp and white slavers picked up pipes and other debris to use as weapons and came after them.
“That was a close one,” Green Spectre said, taking a deep breath. “Whew!”
They dropped Tanya O’Donnel off at the nearest police station and headed home. They reached their mansion just as the sun was coming up.
“Christmas Day,” Green Spectre said. “Strangely, I don’t feel very merry.”
“Me either,” her daughter said. “I’m sore all over and all inside.”
They went up, showered and slept for several hours. When they awoke, they made coffee and retired to the living room where the Christmas Tree and presents were located. The staff had the holiday off, so they were alone.
“Oh look, presents for each of us from the orphanage,” Axanna said, handing her daughter her present. “We’ll have to hurry if we don’t want to be late to serve dinner there this evening.”
They opened the presents to find a pair of silk stockings in each. Axanna’s stockings were red, while Summer’s were green. A note in each said they were Christmas stockings from the orphans, a thank you for all the help they’ve given over the year. And it asked them to wear them as soon as possible.
“That’s so sweet,” Summer said. “Though, I would never have chosen green.”
“Even though you are Spectre Girl and wear a lot of green?” Axanna teased.
“Even though,” Summer said, laughing. “I guess I can wear them out to the orphanage today. That’ll make the kiddies happy.”
“Oh, great idea,” Axanna said.
Since they were only wearing silk robes and nothing else, they both stopped to try on the stockings. The instant they stood up, heat rushed through their shapely bodies.
“Oh!” Axanna cried softly.
“Ay!” Summer gasped.
They stood frozen a long moment, eyes wide as they stared in horror at each other. The arcane heat was consuming them, battering down all of their defenses. Both tried valiantly to overcome the all consuming compulsion, but both lost within a few minutes.
“I have to go,” Axanna said, heading for the garage.
“I have to go, too,” Summer said, following her.
They got
into Axanna’s big black Benz and headed out, still in just silk robes and
stockings. They drove into
Jingles answered. She looked them over and smiled.
“Santa, two more just showed up!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Bring them in!” Santa Pimp called, waddling into the living room. All four of them looked battered and bruised, and more than a little sore. “Ah! Axanna and Summer Morgan, at last. You’re the last two. I sent those Christmas Stockings to you over a week ago. What took you so long?”
“We just opened our presents today, master,” Axanna said as if hypnotized.
“We got here as fast as we could, master,” Summer said.
“Excellent,” Santa Pimp said as Noelle and Belle started removing their latest arrivals’ robes. “Dress them up in hooker sexy, my evil elves. I have one more delivery this fine Christmas Day!”
An hour later, Axanna was given to Daddy Long John. He looked her over with wicked glee, got a blow job out of her and put her on the street working. Within minutes she had a john. And at the same time Summer was being given to another pimp named JJ Rod, Axanna was spreading her legs and groaning low as her first trick slid deep into her hot pussy.
THE END